Chapter 504: 503, Persistent Vegetative State
Han Zaiye and Han Shengi arrived at the venue early, watching as one dical team after another made their entrance, yet the Huaxia dical Team still hadn’t arrived, and their certainty that sothing had befallen Song Yan Ning grew.
The ti slowly passed, and the competition drew ever nearer.
Han Zaiye checked the ti, just five minutes left. If the Huaxia dical Team didn’t arrive within the specified ti, they would be considered to have forfeited automatically.
“It’s odd that the Huaxia dical Team hasn’t arrived yet. Could they have drunk too much last night and still not woken up?”
“Without them arriving soon, they won’t be able to participate in the competition.”
“It’s actually good if the Huaxia dical Team doesn’t co; one less strong competitor.”
“Mol, do you have Song Yan Ning’s number?” Avril turned to Mol and asked.
Mol nodded, “I just called Song Yan Ning, and nobody answered. I don’t know what’s going on.”
As they listened to everyone’s discussion, Han Shengi’s smile grew more brilliant. Song Yan Ning must have been poisoned; otherwise, she would have arrived by now. Her brother said that the latest ti would be nine, and if they weren’t present by then, it would be considered a forfeiture. It was already eight fifty-eight now, just the last two minutes. If the Huaxia dical Team didn’t show up, then sothing definite must have happened.
Everybody looked toward the entrance, so people worried for the Huaxia dical Team, many more hoping they wouldn’t co.
Just one last minute left… everyone knew the chance of the Huaxia dical Team arriving was slim.
Both Avril and Mol were filled with anxiety.
“If they still haven’t arrived, could sothing have happened?” Mol’s face was full of concern.
“Mol, why don’t you make a call to Qin Yushen’s mother, and ask her to call Qin Yushen to check?” Avril, having learned from Mol that the man who had been staying with Song Yan Ning was Qin Yushen, Liu Shanyue’s son, had once t Liu Shanyue but wasn’t very familiar with her. She had been in a hurry at the ti and hadn’t had the chance to exchange phone numbers with Liu Shanyue.
“Okay.” Mol took out his phone.
Just then, a flurry of hurried footsteps ca from the entrance.
Following that, everyone saw the mbers of the Huaxia dical Team rushing into the venue.
Seeing the Huaxia dical Team enter at the last mont, many felt a touch of disappointnt. If they were half a minute later, they would have been eliminated.
Han Shengi looked at the mbers of the Huaxia dical Team not caring whether they’d co to participate in the competition; what she cared about was whether Song Yan Ning would co.
Upon seeing Song Yan Ning, who was walking beside Qin Yushen into the venue, both Han Shengi and Han Zaiye were stunned. Wasn’t Song Yan Ning supposed to be poisoned? How could she be here? Seven Soul Powder was no ordinary poison; up to now, no one who had been poisoned by Seven Soul Powder had ever woken up.
Song Yan Ning’s gaze swept towards Han Shengi and Han Zaiye, and she gave them a smile.
That smile seed radiant but sent an involuntary shiver down the spines of both Han Zaiye and Han Shengi.
“Brother.” Han Shengi reached out to hold Han Zaiye’s hand, feeling sowhat uneasy.
“This is Korea; she wouldn’t dare do anything,” Han Zaiye said. He was feeling a bit panicked now, realizing he simply couldn’t see through Song Yan Ning. He had clearly seen her poisoned yesterday, yet today, there was nothing wrong with her.
If she hadn’t been poisoned, she wouldn’t have fallen asleep yesterday, but if she had been, she couldn’t possibly be here today. Besides, Song Yan Ning’s look just now clearly showed she knew sothing.
“Brother, we can’t let her get away,” said Han Shengi, looking at Qin Yu with a determined glint in her eyes. If Song Yan Ning didn’t die, she would remain a stumbling block between her and Qin Yushen; she had to remove the stumbling block that was Song Yan Ning.
“Mhm,” Han Zaiye nodded in agreent. He, too, wanted to get rid of Song Yan Ning; she had given him an unprecedented sense of danger. Without removing Song Yan Ning, he could not be at peace.
The host in charge of presiding over the dical Exchange eting walked onto the stage, nodded with a smile to the crowd, “Now we will begin today’s competition; first, please have a representative from each dical team co up and draw a patient’s na.”
Dean Liu looked at Doctor Song, “Doctor Song, you go and draw a patient.”
“Okay,” Song Yan Ning nodded. To her, it didn’t matter who drew.
When it was the Huaxia dical Team’s turn, Song Yan Ning stood up and walked towards the stage.
“Just press confirm here,” the host pointed to the confirm button on the screen.
Song Yan Ning reached out and pressed confirm, saw only one na pop up on the screen without any description of the patient’s condition, and imdiately understood. It seed that the trap for the second round had been pre-set; no matter who she drew, the result would be the sa.
“What case did you get?” Dean Liu saw Song Yan Ning return and quickly asked.
Song Yan Ning shook her head, “Just a na.”
“Just a na? That’s hardly fair.”
“This way, they can just assign any patient to us and claim that’s the one we drew; we won’t have any recourse.”
“There’s never been any fairness in this competition.” The mbers of the Huaxia dical Team loudly discussed their discontent.
Soon, a staff mber ca to the Huaxia dical Team with a file envelope, “This is the case file for the patient you drew, containing all of the patient’s examination reports.”
Dean Liu nodded, took the envelope, pulled out the case file and reports, and his brows furrowed tightly upon seeing the contents of the first report.
Elder Jin took the case file, flipped through it, and sighed deeply, “This patient is in a vegetative state.”
“A vegetative state?” Upon hearing Elder Jin’s words, the mbers of the Huaxia dical Team were stunned. It seed they were destined to lose; although dical science had advanced a lot, no one had yet cured a vegetative patient.
“Dean Liu.” Everyone turned to Dean Liu.
Dean Liu looked to Doctor Song, “Doctor Song, what do you think?” All his hopes rested on Song Yan Ning now. She had cured cancer; maybe she could also treat a vegetative patient, although he also thought that unlikely.
“No problem,” Song Yan Ning confidently said. To her, even if soone had died, as long as it wasn’t more than a day, she could treat them; a vegetative state was even less of a concern.
“Doctor Song, don’t joke, that’s a vegetative patient.”
“You can really cure a vegetative patient?”
“Doctor Song, are you really not joking?” Everyone had a disbelieving look on their faces. In all their years of practicing dicine, this was the first ti they had heard soone claim they could treat a vegetative patient.
“I never joke about such things,” Song Yan Ning’s lips curled slightly, her eyes shining with confident light, her charisma magnetic, like the dazzling stars in the night sky.
Seeing Song Yan Ning’s confident deanor, the team mbers felt a surge of confidence and a touch of anticipation.
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